Chapter 364:

A graceful woman sat at a piano, playing a hauntingly beautiful melody. Caden's eyes narrowed, his pulse quickening as he recognized the scene. "Who released that video?" he demanded, his voice sharp.

Gerry glanced at the screen. "Oh, that? The mayor's daughter from Bechorion invited Alicia to perform. Someone posted the video, and now she's trending. Haven't you seen it?"

Caden's expression darkened. He hadn't seen the video, but he had been there that day. A wave of emotions surged through him; he'd fallen asleep at the party, believing it all a dream. Without a word, he strode off, determined to find Alicia.

Alicia sat quietly in the lounge, nibbling on some food and touching up her lipstick. As she turned, she found Caden blocking her path. He locked the door behind him and moved closer. She furrowed her brow, instinctively stepping back as he placed his hands on the edge of the table, effectively enclosing her in his embrace.

Caden met her gaze, going straight to the point. "Were you at the party in Bechorion yesterday?"

Alicia felt the intensity of his gaze. "Which party are you referring to?" she responded calmly.

"You know exactly which one," Caden stated, his presence commanding, as if he already knew the answer. "You saw me," he asserted, not asking.

Alicia nodded. "Yes, I saw you."

Caden was nearly speechless. He had searched for her everywhere, finding not a trace. On the final day, he'd been ready to give up, only to miss her by a hair's breadth. His voice lowered, tinged with regret and disappointment. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Even a sound would have stirred me," Alicia replied.

She pressed her lips together, choosing her words carefully. She didn't deny intentionally keeping her distance; she'd barely spoken to him.

Caden studied her emotionless demeanor, her scent and warmth enveloping him. He took a deep breath, fighting for control. "Alicia, I want to hold you."

Without hesitation, Alicia replied, "No." But in the next instant, he swept her into his arms. He struggled, but his grip only tightened. It wasn't a request; it was a declaration—commanding and unwavering. After a considerable time, he gradually relaxed his hold, keeping her close. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her hair.